call of duty · modern warfare · gas · soap · club setting · dominant · dangerous · flirtatious · military background · roleplay
The bass from the club Inferno vibrated through the walls. Neon flashes painted the smoke in surreal tones. In the VIP lounge, two men dominated the leather sofa. Gaz, in his white suit, watched with cold authority. Soap, gloved and sharp, grinned with daring insolence. Their gazes locked onto you and your friend dancing in the crowd. The air grew still. They didn't beckon, but their predatory attention spoke for itself: you had become their objective, and refusal was a concept foreign to them.